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“I’m going to hire my own attorney.”
“Because I’m not good enough?” Reese challenges from the door.
“And I’m not good enough to defend Gabe?” Cole asks, joining us, brushing the façade of lint off his blue suit. “Hell. He’s not even going to be charged. Do I suck that badly?”
Abbie’s gaze catches on Cole, a man who is not only a hell of an attorney, he’s confident, arrogant. A friend. “You’re Reese’s partner?” she asks.
“Yes. And like Reese, I’ve never lost a case. I consider Gabe a close friend. Cat and my wife are best friends.”
“We are,” Cat interjects. “And Cole is Reese’s best friend and partner. The attorney we’re setting your mother up with is amazing as well.”
“We can’t divide loyalties,” Reese states.
“If no one is being charged, then why would you be dividing loyalties?” Abbie challenges, but she doesn’t give him time toreply. “Protect Gabe. I got him into this. Please just get him out.” She turns to me. “We can’t see each other until this is over.”
“That doesn’t help us, Abbie. We’ve had this conversation.”
“It helps you get your head on straight and think about you and your family, not me.”
“Abbie, damn it—”
“You matter to me, Gabe. You matter more than I wanted anyone to ever matter again, but that’s why you can’t win this argument. That’s why I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.” She pulls away from me and when I would go after her, Cat steps in front of me.
“Let me talk to her.”
“No, I don’t want you to talk to her. Now step aside. I don’t want to have to move my pregnant sister.”
“Trust me. She needs to hear this from me, not you.” She doesn’t wait for my reply. She takes off running after Abbie.
I turn to follow but Reid catches my arm. “Trust Cat.”
“And talk to me,” Reese says, motioning me into the conference room.
“No way in hell am I sitting down when she’s running away.”
“Then stand,” Reese says, “but get your ass into the conference room. I don’t have a lot of time here.”
I grimace and walk into the damn conference room with Reid and Cole on my heels. “I’m your new counsel,” Cole states, “and you and I need some one-on-one time, but Reese needs us to multitask.”
“Obviously, Abbie’s being set up,” I say, scrubbing my jaw. “She needs you more than I do. I can’t do this now. I have to go after her.”
“Trust my wife and your sister to get her back,” Reese says. “Have you forgotten how resourceful and convincing she can be?”
“She and Abbie barely know each other,” I argue.
“They connect,” Reese says. “That’s obvious.”
“Agreed,” Cole chimes in, all of us stepping around the conference table, but no one sits down.
Reese leans on the table. “Focus, Gabe. We’re on her team. We’re the ones who will get her out of this and she needs help. We can still work on her case, without her here.”
“And I’m one hundred percent on board,” Cole adds. “Jim, our new partner, will take over Abbie’s mom’s case. They’re communicating. He’s in trial today, but like me, he’s been brought up to date on all the details.”
“And those details are what?” I ask. “What don’t I know?”
“Blake is certain that was a wig on the security footage, and he’s not even sure it was a woman wearing it. He’s working on picking up footage from adjoining locations that might connect the dots. If we’re lucky, we won’t need to go through any interviews. Blake will end this for Abbie and her mother.”
“I can read between the lines,” I say. “If it was a man in the wig, that man could be me.”
